User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-2246928-20151111130418

The smile on the vole, an avaricious fiend at heart, slowly faded away as he realized what they expected of him. His eyes narrowed into vicious slits. "Gold?" He repeated coldly. "Yer want me gold, do yer, mateys? Th' gold I was goin' t' deliver t' Seergaz meself because 'e can't trust 'is own soldiers wid coin?"